Stole My Heart (A Ziall and Larry Love Story)

Chapter 33 - A Meeting With Simon

*Author's Note*

I'm back!!! After a very long break from updating which I really don't have much excuse for I'm glad to say I finally found the ability to write again. I've been wanting to update for a very long time but I just haven't had a clue what to write! I'm back now though so hopefully I'll get better at updating again. Thanks for sticking with me and my story though everyone, it now has 14000 reads which I think is incredible! Dedication goes to whatmakesubeautiful4 for writing a message on my message board begging me to update. I think there was more of you who asked as well so you'll get my next dedications, love you all! I hope you enjoy this chapter and I'll see you all soon I hope :) Vote, Comment and Follow - Scott xx

*Liam's POV*

At exactly 5 minutes to 3 I pulled up in the car park outside Simon's office and checked my appearance for at least the 10th time. Even after having numerous meetings with Simon I always find it nerve wracking when I arrive. Judging by the text I had I'm guessing this isn't a good meeting so I'd made a bit more of an effort with what I was wearing but not so much that Simon would think I was trying too hard. I was dressed in a slim pair of jeans with a white Ralph Lauren shirt and a pair of blue converse: casual, but smart.

I glanced at the clock as I entered the reception area and smiled at the secretary. I barely had time to register that it was now 2.59 before she told me to go straight in.

As soon as I entered I knew I was in deep shit. Simon was sat behind his desk frowning in my direction and in front of him sat Paul and Preston who both swivelled in their chairs to shoot me matching looks of disapproval.

"Sit Liam."

As I took a seat Simon reached into the top drawer of his desk and drew out a number of newspaper articles laid them out in front of me so that I could take them in. The first newspaper showed a picture of Louis on the night of his accident stumbling into a taxi alone underneath a headline which read "1D Split?!" The next one also bore a picture from that night but this time it showed Zayn carrying a crying Harry into another taxi with a headline of "Harry Styles Heart Break". There were two more papers bearing similar headlines and pictures but what struck me was the next newspaper I spotted. The headline read "Louis Tomlinson's One Direction - The Intensive Care Unit" the picture below showed a picture of the hospital that Louis (and now Zayn) was a patient in, with a slighter smaller image of the same picture of Louis falling into the taxi.

I started to say something but Simon held up his hand to stop me.

"Listen Liam, I want no excuses. I want to know what the hell is going on here. All I know is what I've seen in these papers and online and on TV. Why has nobody informed me? And Preston and Paul seemed to be as clueless about this I am so I want explanations about why Louis is in hospital and how serious it is right now."

"Okay, I don't know the full story but I'll try and explain as best as I can. Louis, Harry and Zayn went out together to some club a couple of nights ago. Niall and I found out the next day that Louis hadn't come with the other two and when we checked our phones it turns out that Eleanor and Danielle had been trying to get in touch with us all night. Apparently Louis had turned up on Eleanor's doorstep in the middle of the night completely drunk and looking as though he'd some sort of fight with someone and when she opened the door to him he vomited everywhere before passing out and smacking his head off the wall. Eleanor rang an ambulance for him straight away and he's been in the ICU since in a medically induced coma. The doctors have said his condition stable though and they're hoping to try and wake him up soon if he doesn't wake up by himself before hand. I'm sorry that we didn't inform you but it's been a busy and stressful couple of days."

Paul and Preston exchanged worried glances whilst Simon's brow furrowed in stress. After a few moments of silence Simon sighed and leaned back in his chair folding his arms. His next words took me completely by surprise.

"So why is Zayn in hospital?"

I spluttered over my words and nearly fell out of seat. On one side of me Paul's eyebrows shot up in shock while Preston merely shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Ah, so it is true. Preston told me had heard rumours but I doubted that two members of my band would wind up in hospital without me being personally informed. So spill Liam, why is Zayn in hospital?"

"Again, I don't know the full story but apparently he rang 999 whilst at home and when the ambulance arrived they found him in his bedroom unconscious and covered in blood. Harry told me that all the doctors would tell him is that Zayn had sustained multiple wounds from a sharp instrument and I know no more than that."

"You say Harry told you that? Did you not speak to the doctors?"

"No. Harry was the first one there. Why?"

"Just trying to figure something out that's all. I believe I may need to speak to Harry at some point."

"Just out of curiosity, why have you brought me in here? Why not Harry? Or Niall? They know just as much, if not more, as me. Why only bring me in?"

"Because Liam, I trust you to understand what am I saying to you right now and I expect this message to be passed on at a time you believe is suitable."

"What do you mean?"

"The message is this Liam. Your tour is due to start in a week. For your sake you better hope that Louis and Zayn have recovered by then because if not you only have two options. You will either have to start the tour without them or cancel it completely. There is no other way around it. If you had came to me straight away I would have been able to arrange alternate dates for some of the shows but as it happens I know have no time at all. Therefore, I'm leaving it in your hands Liam. It is up to you what decision you make and when you choose to inform the boys. Please send Louis and Zayn my best. Paul, Preston, could you escort Liam out please."

I was frozen in complete and utter shock at Simon's words and I barely registered two sets of strong arms raise me out of my chair and guide me towards the door. I'm still unable to function as the secretary smiles at me sadly and Paul and Preston help me into my car before offering their apologies and heading back inside. I'm left alone gripping the steering wheel tightly and simply staring into space for the next half hour.

What the fuck am I going to do?